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Boldy James - RSNS Lyrics



Boldy James - RSNS Lyrics
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[ Featuring V Don ]

These niggas kill me acting like they was
Really out here with us
Totin' thrillers when you play with them chirps, not just on Twitter
Seen the stone in the pinky ring look like rhinestone glitter
My shine's on shimmer, might just bounce out on nine four-wheelers
Think I'm a lick or somethin', nicknamed my .45 Glorilla
My chop gon' send him up in flames if this Glock don't seal the deal
Can't rock with these niggas, if he nothin' I don't feel him
Got a pint of VS, so people this not no liquor
Was taught to first get the paper, rock on scissor beldean graves
Cradle to the grave, catchin' pops on Spencer
Say you diggin' graves, who grave you dug? You not no digger
You not no nigga and your neighborhood don't got no scrilla
Your pot don't simmer, jumped in the deep but you're not no swimmer
Who shot your nigga? You ain't cut like that, you not no Skilla
Ain't got no feelings, my shooter, he just popped four jiggers
Can say a lot about my gang, can't say we not no killers

Let's get it
227

Real street nigga shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street nigga shit
Bill me for the hit
Get a nigga wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit, yeah
Real street nigga shit, let's get it

Pick of the litter, I ain't got no album fillers
Black chinchilla, back of the back burnin' bags of apple fritter
Basking in the glamour
Boy, don't make me double tap the trigger
Smash 'em with the hammer
Show you why they call Bo Jack the Wizard
When it come to who stood on the biz, I was standing on the big stilts
In the city where the French-built kids get killed over spilled milk
Wrap you up in your silk quilt, strig heavy as an Anvil
Weighin' my handheld, in the hood like a Fanvil
Take a nigga face, my stepper got a foot rash
Was stepping on the flake like a foot pad, Drac' in a bookbag
Everything upscale
Granny like, "You smell that?" I'm like, "What smell?"
Pops been a cop my whole life, nigga, still it's f*ck 12
How much you want for the cutie? We dumpin' dumbells
But first I make the work jump Judy and then I jump bail
Been sold so much blow think a nigga left a dust trail
My nigga Luck been locked up so long he damn near from jail

Where we at?
227

Real street nigga shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street nigga shit
Bill me for the hit
Get a nigga wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit, yeah
Real street nigga shit, let's get it
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English

These niggas kill me acting like they was
Really out here with us
Totin' thrillers when you play with them chirps, not just on Twitter
Seen the stone in the pinky ring look like rhinestone glitter
My shine's on shimmer, might just bounce out on nine four-wheelers
Think I'm a lick or somethin', nicknamed my .45 Glorilla
My chop gon' send him up in flames if this Glock don't seal the deal
Can't rock with these niggas, if he nothin' I don't feel him
Got a pint of VS, so people this not no liquor
Was taught to first get the paper, rock on scissor beldean graves
Cradle to the grave, catchin' pops on Spencer
Say you diggin' graves, who grave you dug? You not no digger
You not no nigga and your neighborhood don't got no scrilla
Your pot don't simmer, jumped in the deep but you're not no swimmer
Who shot your nigga? You ain't cut like that, you not no Skilla
Ain't got no feelings, my shooter, he just popped four jiggers
Can say a lot about my gang, can't say we not no killers

Let's get it
227

Real street nigga shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street nigga shit
Bill me for the hit
Get a nigga wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit, yeah
Real street nigga shit, let's get it

Pick of the litter, I ain't got no album fillers
Black chinchilla, back of the back burnin' bags of apple fritter
Basking in the glamour
Boy, don't make me double tap the trigger
Smash 'em with the hammer
Show you why they call Bo Jack the Wizard
When it come to who stood on the biz, I was standing on the big stilts
In the city where the French-built kids get killed over spilled milk
Wrap you up in your silk quilt, strig heavy as an Anvil
Weighin' my handheld, in the hood like a Fanvil
Take a nigga face, my stepper got a foot rash
Was stepping on the flake like a foot pad, Drac' in a bookbag
Everything upscale
Granny like, "You smell that?" I'm like, "What smell?"
Pops been a cop my whole life, nigga, still it's f*ck 12
How much you want for the cutie? We dumpin' dumbells
But first I make the work jump Judy and then I jump bail
Been sold so much blow think a nigga left a dust trail
My nigga Luck been locked up so long he damn near from jail

Where we at?
227

Real street nigga shit
Never eat where you shit
Never sleep where you trap
Seventy for the grit
Real street nigga shit
23 for the split
Two-family flat
Selling keys of the fent
Real street nigga shit
Bill me for the hit
Get a nigga wacked
That's a cease and desist
Real street nigga shit, yeah
Real street nigga shit, let's get it
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Writer: James Clay Jones II, Tivon Key
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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Performed By: Boldy James
Featuring: V Don
Language: English
Length: 3:36
Written by: James Clay Jones II, Tivon Key
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